Oddities, such as my aunt finding it impossible to get skirts she
made to sit straight, finding one bag dragged on the floor if I
carried 2 shopping bags, and a change to not having much of a waist
and not looking so slim despite still being a bony child, started
when I was around 7-8, but were ignored. Over time I developed back
pain, and noticed my ribs were odd, and was diagnosed, aged 15, by a
neighbour who happened to have done her orthopaedic nursing training
on the spinal ward at the Royal National Orthopaedic Hospital.
I saw the local doctor I was referred to, and my thoracolumbar curve
measured in at 51°. I was told I had stopped growing and so would
never need surgery, and that it didn't matter that it had gone
undiagnosed as a brace would have done no good. 4 months later at
follow up, the curve was 58° and I was told surgery was essential,
but he wouldn't do it until I'd got my degree. 4 and a half years
later, aged nearly 21, and with no degree, after much pressure from
my GP he finally did the surgery - anterior discectomy, fusion and
instrumentation from T12-L2, and posterior fusion with Hartshill
instrumentation from T10-L2. At no point did he get a sagittal
xray, until my discharge xrays 2 years later, when I was pretty much
told to go away and have a nice life.
I was never able to stand for long after the surgery but otherwise
recovered well. In early 1999, less than 5 years later, I started
finding myself very stiff in the mornings, something which just got
worse. In the autumn I started to find that when I stood from my
chair at work, I had to pull myself out of it, and stand for a few
minutes before I got enough use of my legs back to walk, and then it
would be a good 1-200 yards before I was getting upright and the
limp was starting to subside.
I fell on ice in the December and got xrays. They assured me there
was nothing new on there, but put such an emphasis on new as to make
it clear something was badly wrong that shouldn't be. I started
research, and stumbled on the Salvaged Sisters delphi site and
immediately recognised myself. Convincing my family was a different
matter! I finally got to see a surgeon in the autumn, and his
opening line was to wave at the lightbox and my xrays, and
say "Well, *I* didn't do *that*!" I was referred for an MRI, which
showed my L2-3 disc had completely collapsed. I was also told that
I had been fused in a kyphosis over T10-L2, and had developed
compensatory thoracic lordosis and cervical straightening. I was
told surgery was essential, that it would involve removal of the
disc remains, anterior and posterior fusion, and at least 3
osteotomies (I think the plan was pedicle subtraction osteotomies),
but that as this would only fuse me to L3, with my history of disc
collapse, I would almost certainly need another surgery in the
future to fuse me further down, and eventually (if not in that
surgery) to the sacrum. That only I would know when I felt bad
enough, and yes, the films justified putting me on the list
immediately if I demanded it, but that I should consider the cost to
the NHS of multiple surgeries, and in general I should go away and
consider it all for 2 months, and let him know then. He kindly
loaned me my xrays, which I promptly took off with me for a second
opinion.
When I saw Mr Webb, he was of the opinion that there was no point at
all in waiting, because it would only get worse, and needed to be
sorted out. He wasn't in favour of removing the disc, because he
felt that the pain would be solved just by immobilising it, with
much lower risk. Essentially, lack of anterior aside, he proposed
the same surgery - Fusion from mid thoracic to L3, several small
osteotomies, so largely leaving the kyphosis intact, but pulling me
back above it - the anterior fusion complicated matters. It would
reduce my pain by at least 70%.
I spent 17 months on the waiting list in the end. By the time I
finally got the surgery, I could barely walk. I was leaned forward
by a good 12 inches when I straightened my knees, and I had keeled
off to the left, as well as the kyphosis progressing to include L3 -
it was now over 45 degrees. I was taking 2400mg/day ibuprofen,
4000mg paracetamol, 80mg dihydrocodeine tartrate. It was completely
insufficient, but with how poorly my pain was controlled after the
first surgery, I was terrified of taking more in case it made it
totally uncontrollable after revision. I was also having
significant bladder and some bowel issues by this time. Depending
on what sort of pain was uppermost, I either couldn't go, or I
couldn't hold or, or I just simply had no idea whether I needed to
go or not. Days like that, I'd trot off for a tinkle every 2 hours
on principle - people at work started to think I was really odd with
how long it would sometimes take me in the bathroom, and you can't
exactly tell them that it's because you can't pee.
The day I was admitted, I saw the assisting surgeon, who came to
take my consent. He basically said there was no chance at all that
they would get me upright, and little chance of getting rid of the
left lean. If I'd not been fused anterior, it would have been
fairly easy, but as it was, they were going to have to reach around
from posteriorly, and smash up the anterior fusion, with the
anterior rod in situ because it would be too dangerous to remove
it. The fusion was now going to start at T3 or T4, and would extend
at least to L5, probably the sacrum. It was now a 70% chance of
reducing my pain by up to 70%, and the paralysis risk had gone up
from the usual up to 5% chance of nerve damage to a 30% risk of
nerve damage and "quite significant" risk of paralysis. A bit
different from what it was 17 months previously, and not a good
frame of mind to enter surgery with.
In the end, they successfully smashed everything up, and did a
massive osteotomy at L2 (it's nearly halved in height at the back)
and L1 above. The new fusion runs from T3-L4, and I have totally
lost my leftward lean, in fact, much to my amusement, it has been
replaced with a slight right lean. I'm fairly upright - certainly
enough to take most of the pressure off my neck, which has been as
much of a relief as anything has. The pain is markedly reduced -
it's still there throughout the day in different forms, but it's
liveable. The bladder and bowel problems are more or less entirely
gone, and this was an almost immediate change for the better. My
left leg has been lazy ever since the surgery - initially it
wouldn't follow me into bed, I had to either get in just right, or
I'd be stuck and have to ask someone to lift it in for me! However,
this improved rapidly, and it's now only occasionally, if I am
extremely tired, or have walked a lot, that I notice, usually
because I have to assist it into the car with me, or I stub my toes
stepping into the house because my foot doesn't lift so well.
Again, it's nothing - considering I'd reached a point where my
walking was so bad, the only option was going to be to start using a
wheelchair, I'm just grateful for what I've got.
Unfortunately, it's not the end of the odyssey. I've developed new
problems at the base of my spine, and it looks like this is an L5-S1
spondylolisthesis. How long I can live with this remains to be
seen - it's almost certain to need stabilisation, whether a disc
replacement or final extension of the fusion to the sacrum. It's
been a big setback, because it came just as I was finally really
starting to feel well, but at the moment I've persuaded it to
settle, and seem to be keeping it stable. Should I get the fusion
extended, I suspect that I'll need more osteotomies to bring me
fully upright, and hopefully correct the right lean, but whatever
the case this is some way in the future. The NHS moves in
mysterious ways, and none of them fast.